Kane’s POVShe was sitting in a wooden chair in the middle of an empty room, hands free, no rope, no restraints — exactly the way the photo had shown her, exactly the way Julian did everything, like violence was beneath him and control was so much more elegant.“Celeste.”I crossed the room in three strides and dropped to my knees in front of her, hands going to her face, her shoulders, checking for anything wrong even as she was already grabbing at my jacket, pulling me closer, both of us shaking.“You’re okay,” I said, more to myself than to her. “You’re okay, you’re okay—”“I’m okay.” Her voice cracked on the second word. “He didn’t touch me, he just — he just talked, Kane, he wouldn’t stop talking—”“Where is he.”“I don’t know. He left maybe twenty minutes ago. He said he had somewhere else to be.” She laughed, short and disbelieving, the sound of someone still trying to convince her own body the danger was over. “Like this was an appointment.”Jim was already moving, sweeping th
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